Light Dims

Light Dims

In a gentle place, under a tree, surrounded by birds and grass and trees

The sun shines down through parting clouds that scurry away through shame and embarrassment.

And a small sign with a name, is all that remains.

A name and two dates.

Dug into earth that perhaps wished it could carry less heavy a burden.

I stand and look at my shadow, flickering and moving as a gentle breeze rocks the leaves of the trees.

And as I stand a man walks past on the path and catches my eye with a kind, shy smile,

that is more warming to my heart than a blanket on the coldest winter night.

And the walk away is as hard as ever.

And the light dims.

The light dims.

The Sea of Tranquillity

The Sea of Tranquillity

Tides and seasons are your slaves,

Lovers and heroes your knaves

You only ever show us one face,

The other hidden, staring into space

And we look upon you from afar, with wonder through the ages

And ask ourselves whether you gaze upon us with envy or grace?

And why you hide yourself, with a veil drawing over,

Until all that is left is a shard of light, burning bright and sharp in the ink of sky.

But your light is not your own.

You are a thief, you have stolen it from our queen on her throne.

And you have no choice but to be our friend,

Like it or not, we are tied to the end.

Fire made us, in fact you are our son,

And fire will break us, again we will be one

But I love your cruel beauty,

And I would love to paddle in your non-existent sea,

The beautiful sea,

The Sea of Tranquillity

A wall, a floor and a door

A wall, a floor and a door

A wall, a floor and a door.

That is all that separates us.

Nothing more.

I am there listening for a breath, or a moving chest, some sign of life.

The night hours are like days in their lingering, incessant and insipid. And cruel.

Sometimes daylight’s fingers through the curtains crawl.

But there is no daylight really.

None at all.

A wall, a floor and a door.

That is all that separates us.

Nothing more.